Disclaimer: I don't own Hazbin Hotel, just my OC. Fun fact, the OC is from a movie called No Tears For the Dead, y'all should check it out.
AN: Just a little heads up, this is my first fic I'm typing, if you have any more tips to give me please do so, so I can improve more.
Parabellum
Pilot
"Are you still tired?"
I lay on the floor of the glass elevator, a pathetic mess, bleeding profusely from multiple gunshot wounds, coughing blood at the same time. I could feel my lungs fill with blood, ever so slowly while a cold feeling spread over my body. But none of that mattered, I repaid a life I took with mine, and I felt at peace.
"I'm feeling better now." Pain still racked my body, the adrenaline wearing off slowly, replacing it the harsh reality of my death that would come.
I lay there, trembling, gulping in whatever air I could. I felt my strength leaving me, weakening me, as I accepted the inevitable.
I tried my best with all the strength I had left, and raised my hand toward him, wanting to hold Chaoz's hand, my brother in all but blood, one final time. I felt his hand holding mine tightly, answering my silent plea, to help send me off to my eternal resting place.
Red.
It's all I can register at this particular moment. I open my eyes, and all I see is a vast, desolate wasteland filled with red.
Maybe this is Hell. I wouldn't doubt it, considering all the things I've done I doubt God would welcome me with open arms, this is what I deserve after all. I don't regret my life, just the unfortunate contracts and the little girl that was killed by my carelessness.
I look around at my surroundings, nothing but an endless sea of red, I look up, and what I saw intrigued me.
A pentagram of all things, how cliche. After all, what is Hell without the satanic themes? I look down at myself, and I'm currently wearing what I had on during the last fateful encounter with her, complete with the bullet holes, but strangely the pain I felt beforehand dulled to a numb throbbing. The wounds I was expecting weren't there anymore, but the holes and slash marks are apparent. I begin to feel myself over, the only thing worth noting was that my skin was pale, and I had little pointed protrusions on my forehead. I smirk in sarcastic, ironic amusement, how fitting.
I look around more and find a road leading to what looked to be a city, however, it was quiet, too quiet. Something was wrong.
I begin walking briskly towards it, in the hopes of finding something, anything, anyone. My brisk walk turned into a light jog, adrenaline taking its course and soon enough I found myself standing at the city entrance, and it was not at all what I was expecting.
It looked as though I was in New York, albeit a much more satanic version of it that promoted debaucheries, and sin of any kind, I only found a handful that were just regular shops. One thing in common, however, was the eerie silence that reigned supreme, and all the shops were closed down, slightly barricaded by the looks of them. I narrowed my eyes, there were cars that were idle in the middle of the street, the engines quietly rumbling. As my eyes adjusted, I could clearly see pools of blood, some had gore of inhumane nature. I could hear faint screams, protests, and groans of pain, I looked closer, and I could see the inhabitants of the city all hiding as if there was a culling that was currently happening.
"Hey, you!" I looked around in bewilderment, who was that?
"Hey!" I saw someone in a bus waving over to me hurriedly, confused I jog towards the person.
"What's going-"
"Quick, hide!" the person pulled me in anxiously, ducked my head down, looked up, and quickly surveyed the windows outside for any signs of the unknown threat I was unaware of, and pushed me between two seats onto the floor.
The person then turned to me and said in a hushed, nervous whisper, "Sorry 'bout that! I noticed you just in time! Wouldn't want to get offed by the bloody bastards now would we? What's your name?" I saw the person hold a hand out in greeting but I noticed it slightly trembling, possibly from fear, of what I was still clueless. I took his hand and shook it regardless.
"Gon. What's happened here? Why is everybody hiding?" The person came into the light reflected by the window, first thing I noticed was that he had an intriguing anatomical structure, the most pronounced feature mainly being his ears, they looked to be dog ears.
"Name's Johnathan, Johnny for short, You must be a new arrival huh? Well, This here's the annual extermination. Long story short, big guy up there opens them big, pearly gates and the exorcists off any poor sucker they see. Population control Ol' Lucifer and the big guy call it." I narrow my eyes. An annual culling, how pragmatic of them.
Suddenly, a resounding smack resounds outside slamming into the bus, we could both feel the force of the impact from within our current safe haven. There's grunting sounds as well as the sounds of hysterical giggling along with sounds of slashing. I slowly get up to look out the window to find the source of the noise, Johnny looked at me worriedly and shook his head quickly and kept mouthing 'no' in my direction, I ignored it in favor of figuring out the cause of the commotion outside.
I looked out the window and saw a heavily wounded person bleeding profusely, his rendered flesh gaping for all the world to see, his face was contorted in pain and fear of the ensuing agony.
"P-please! Spare me! I-I beg of you! Mercy!" The person's pleading was all for naught, his assaulter giggled hysterically, mad with glee at the sight in front of him.
"A demon? Pleading for mercy? Ha! How ironic, a vile, repugnant sinner in Hell that would plead for such a thing!" The figure slowly walked toward the unfortunate person caught in his snare, and dear God, what an unsightly thing it was. It was black as night, and had wings of a raven, its feathers smooth, and looked velvet to the touch. It had horns that of a ram, handsomely curling backward, sharpened to a sinister point. On top of its head, floating ominously was a white halo, quite ironic considering the fact this so-called exorcist was unmerciful. Its face was hideous, it had an x on one eye, and the other glared forth sinisterly with no trace of mercy, and its mouth was twisted into a sadistic grin.
"But alas, whatever shall I do? I could let you go," its face warped into that of grotesque glee, "but what fun would that be?" It raised its hand, in it held a pitch-black weapon fashioned as a short spear, and on its hip a xiphos, both black as this thing's soul. It swung its weapon with sadistic glee evident on its face, the spear piercing through the air with no resistance, cleaving its victim's head in twain, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere as well as its face but it seemed to relish in the feeling of its victim's lifeblood on it.
"I know you're there." I quickly ducked down, I could feel its stare scanning the environment. I looked back toward Johnny, and put a finger to my lips, he silently nodded.
"I can smell you." I quickly got into a low crouch, I gestured for Johnny to do the same and motioned for him to follow me. I saw the exorcist flit about, circling the bus, its sinister presence affecting Johnny greatly.
"I can hear your breath." I saw its shadow bleed through the light of the windows, slowly creeping, stalking our presence. Johnny was hyperventilating, trembling with fear, eyes wild, and quickly turning his head every which way from increasing fear and paranoia. I stopped creeping toward the front of the bus, I saw a shotgun lackadaisically strewn about on the driver's seat, but it was in clear view of the glass doors. I decided to go for it, just to have a defense if anything, so I slowly inched forward, grabbed the handle, and just as I was pulling it toward me, I saw a shadow looming across the front steps of the bus.
"I can feel your air." I turned my head slowly toward the doors, muscles tensed in preparation for the oncoming fight that would ensue. The shotgun was already loaded, standard 4 shots, but they were all birdshot, it would suffice. I gripped the forend sliding it back as quietly as I could, a soft click resounded, keeping my eyes on it the entire time. The exorcist twitched, muscles tensed, it slowly turned its head, the sick, sadistic smile clearly evident on its face as it brought its spear poised to thrust through the doors to kill me.
"Found you." I brought the shotgun close to my body and fired center mass, pulled the forend once more, and sent another to its face. The shots blew through the glass like paper, each shot found purchase, although not penetrating but successfully stunning it, each shot blowing it back and giving me distance as I leaped out of the door. I threw the shotgun to the side, landed in front of it, gripped the handle of the xiphos on its hip, and drew it before kicking the exorcist back.
"You piece of shit!" He thrust the spear towards me, I deflected it to the side, kicked its knee joint to cripple it, and swung the sword at its neck, the exorcist's head bounced and rolled away and the body fell into a useless heap.
"Holy shit!" I turned to find Johnny still on the bus looking at me with shock. I said nothing as I watched him get out, scanning the environment for more of them.
"Why didn't the shotgun work?" I asked still confused.
"Well, you can't kill them with regular weapons, that weapon you got there is a Holy weapon, I suggest taking the spear with you as well. They can only be killed with Holy weapons, same with us demons," he said, I look toward the fallen Holy spear, and I grab it along with the sheath for the xiphos.
All of a sudden a loud trumpet pierces through the air, and a bell tone rings through the air.
"Oh shit, quick! Get back in the bus!" he hurriedly pushes me back in, and we see that all the exorcists were flying towards the sky, multitudes gathering and soaring back towards their home.
"Well, now that's over, welcome to Hell. Lemme buy you a drink, whaddayasay?" I sigh, relieved it was over, and nod at him.
"Why are you doing this?!"
"I'm just...tired."
I woke up, well-rested and famished, I could feel a dull ache from my muscles from the conflict that ensued yesterday. The room I was in was pleasant and quaint, from the looks of it I was in an apartment. Aside from the wallpaper, the apartment was quite...messy.
I saw a pile of neatly folded clothes, along with a note.
These are some hand-me-downs from me, hope you don't mind. Considering you're new, you can stay as long as you need to so you can get back up on your feet I also left you a little something, consider it a welcome gift.
Johnny
I raised an eyebrow, and felt through the pile of clothes, and saw an FN five-seven Mk2, along with two magazines with twenty round capacity, a side holster for the gun and magazines, and a folding knife with a tanto tip. I checked the gun for another magazine, pulled the slide back to see if there was an extra round in the chamber, but there was none. I put the extra magazine back inside, and performed a press check, satisfied I put the safety back on, and put the two other magazines in their holster.
I unfolded the clothes, the shirt was navy and black flannel, and there were jeans along with fresh socks and lightly worn black deck shoes. I smile, grateful there was a guy like Johnny in a place of suffering. How he got the weapons I still don't know, but I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
I look toward the short spear and sword I took from the exorcist yesterday and decided against carrying it with me everywhere, there was no need for it.
After my shower, I got dressed and headed toward the kitchenette. There was breakfast already laid out, a simple bacon, egg, and toast accompanied by a glass of milk, beside them are keys to the apartment. I smile softly, Johnny it seemed was a very nice and hospitable man, I didn't know what he did to land here, but I wouldn't judge. After all, what could be worse than a man that got paid to kill people?
AN: And that ends chapter 1
